"People always say winter is cold and sad."
"But I don't think so. In my eyes, winter is as warm as the sun and as sweet as candied dates."
My meeting with her was the beginning of winter, and my separation from her was the end of winter. Youth is in a hurry and life is fleeting. She and I are both fixed on our winter day.
"This time, did I grab your hand..."
This is a sweet love story about two high school girls. This is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.
Intention: The unspeakable lover